Chapitre 66: Her pride

"Have the bodies cleaned up, toss them into the lake. No need to have them contaminate our territorial lands." The female bowed her head, took a step back turned, shifted once again, and disappeared from view in a few quick bounds. The scout who had been silent nearby called softly, "my king," garnering his attention away from the female. Ferrels are a species who are loyal but also those types who would turn on those they serve if they become too weak in their eyes.

Their king is powerful but against a Ferrel' he had doubts. "I would never stoop so low as to mate with any female who could stab me in the back if I dare show weakness." the king said a few moments later.